Yami Marik Ishtar Novels & Stories

Marcus said as he bows his head. Marcus was the demon Shane has made a contract with in the Great Valley of Yami before and was one of the reasons why she rarely think of going back to Eternal since they share almost all hobbies and attitudes. Mara can hear the cheers of her people despite how far they are from her. Her tail swayed a little when she saw her father a few meters away. "Are you ready to face them, my daughter?" He asked. Mara nodded despite being nervous and flashed a smile that could light up this whole place. "I am, father," She answered.

Amaris “Ugh,” I groan as I land on the dark gray mat covering the floor of the gym within the training grounds. “Come on, Princess,” Zach goads, knowing that I absolutely hate that nickname. “If you can’t stay on your feet while fighting me, how do you plan to take on our enemies, or any other threat?” “Fuck you!” I snarl as I flip, landing back on my feet and immediately charging him, launching into a roundhouse kick, barely holding back a laugh as he drops to the floor with a groan of his own.

Marco, god of the brilliant sun, Ferepia, goddess of fire, Yaerio, god of water, and Estrilla, goddess of healing. “If you mean the energy that was unleashed when we descended, yes it worked. It wiped out all the enemy forces. It was clever of your subjects to run to this side before we unleashed our embers.” “Moria,” called Marco to me. “Yes god of the brilliant sun, Marco?” He rolled his eyes because of my formality but he continued what he wanted to say without criticizing my remark like he usually does in the past.

He added and left the room. "The ring of fire?" Marise asked, "A fighting circle where the edges it lit on fire." Ramon said, and Marise raised her eyebrow. "That's dumb of her, but good for me!" How is that good for you?" Marise smiles. "I am immune to fire, that's why!" Najla's Pov Today is the day I will take Marise down and claim my rightful place beside Ramon.

"Because he's favoured by the moon not the sun, that's why he became my mate, the moon paired us together." "Wait, since Xaviana has your blood and Adrian's, she's a vampire, a witch and most likely a wolf," Amaris said making them realize what she was. "She's a tribrid, how are we going to fight her?" Wyatt inquired worry in his voice, Marcella also had a worried look on her face as she was deep in thought, it was rare to see the Goddess and God of War worry about war, as they normally would come up with a plan in just a few seconds.

“Since you were a participant in that event… you were too confident. Get over it! Marco already mated with your sister… Ruby! ” "Not a permanent bond I believe, so the game is still on!" She replied again with a mysterious smile. "Silly, but you wish for something unreasonable ... Marco loves her ... Jasmine is Erasthai of Marco ... did you forget your lessons at school, what is the difference between mate and Erasthai, also how are they inseparable?" Saphire replied curtly, it looks like Saphire and Ruby have often fought at home.

Mayari’s gaze softened. Althea looked at her and immediately felt a threat. “Who are you?” she asked coldly. “I am Mayari. Daughter of Bathala. Goddess of the night, beauty, war, and the night sky. I am an Ancient. A Primordial.” “What do you want from me?” she asked. Voice starting to shake. She knew who Mayari was. Lola Teresa had told her story to Althea and her sisters growing up. But that’s all they were. Stories.

“Name yourself.” The woman smiles, amused. “I am Maris Blackriver.” Gasps. Maya chokes. Even Lydia flinches. Because Maris Blackriver isn’t just a rogue. She’s legend. A shaman-wolf, from a line thought wiped out. Witch of the wild. Hunter of corrupted alphas. She survived without a pack—unheard of, impossible, terrifying. And she’s standing here. For me. Her gaze pins me—direct, burning, knowing.

Ancient halls, cloaked figures in ceremonial robes, and faces bearing the same bloodline—hers—flashed before her eyes. Mara appeared then, stepping lightly into the room, her presence calm and dangerous all at once. She carried her usual arsenal: scrolls, ritual tools, and a quiet certainty that commanded respect. Her sharp gaze took in the pulsing shards, the shimmer of visions dancing across Zaria’s face.

“You betrayed us.” Mara laughed, raising the shard. The rift surged, crimson wolves reforming, their eyes locked on Aria and Kael. “I serve the Abyss,” she said, her claws glinting. “And your blood is mine.” Aria’s claws glowed silver, her heart racing. She faced Mara, Kael at her side, their bond a faint shield against the Abyss’s new champion. The rift roared, crimson light swallowing the chamber, Mara’s howl echoing. Lyra’s voice was a whisper.